Impressive composition 1 There are many waves in my memory ocean, and the biggest wave is the one that impressed me the most.
Early in the morning, I rushed to the morning "composition writing class" in high spirits. In the classroom, students get together in twos and threes to chat. After class, xu teacher took out a stack of notebooks and looked embarrassed. He looked around at his classmates and said, "Teacher, here is a notebook, which is different from other notebooks and looks very nice." Then the teacher held up the book. "Who should I give this book to?" The students swished their heads at the eye-catching books, and my eyes moved there involuntarily. That book is really beautiful. There are several cirrus clouds in the blue sky, the blue sea is beating against the coast, and a leafy coconut tree is bathed in sunshine. There was silence in the classroom, as if a needle had fallen to the ground and you could hear it. At this moment, a voice broke the silence. It turned out that Ai Xi was talking. His face is as red as a ripe apple. He said, "Give it to me!" "As soon as he finished, the whole class burst into laughter. Some students thought it should be given to me because I got good grades in Chinese. Some people think it should be given to Cai Zhongzheng because he is good at sports. Others think it should be decided by lottery. Everyone is arguing and the classroom explodes.
Finally, xu teacher decided to put the book in the middle of ordinary books, and everyone agreed who would pass it on. When this book reached my good friend Zhu Ziyan's seat, it showed its true colors. I saw Zhu Ziyan pull out a book from below without hesitation, and then handed back this beautiful book and the rest of the books. The students behind, like Zhu Ziyan Zhang Wenhao, who sat at the end, had no choice but to get the book, but he casually gave it to Ai Xi, and applause rang out in the classroom.
This incident made me see the humility of students. In a group, we are humble and friendly to each other, always thinking of others, and everyone wants to leave good things to others. Then we will be a United, harmonious and happy group, as the advertisement says, "It's really good to be nice to everyone!"
The wonderful performance of the world-famous China pianist Lang Lang became a highlight at the closing ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games. Many people want to see him with their own eyes, and I am lucky enough to get tickets for Changchun New Year Concert, so I am very excited. Because I study piano, and I have passed Grade 9. Who is a piano learner and doesn't want to hear the wonderful piano sound played by Lang Lang at the scene?
On the day of the concert, I gave up all holiday classes and drove to Changchun with my parents early. When we arrived at the Fifth Ring Stadium, we couldn't help but be shocked: there were no empty seats in the parking lot, and there was nowhere to park! The entrance was crowded with people. Although it was snowing heavily at that time, people's enthusiasm had melted the cold in the north.
Finally, the door at the entrance opened and people rushed to their seats in an orderly way. After a while, all the lights in the venue dimmed except the stage. In a burst of applause, Lang Lang stepped onto the stage, only to see him wearing dazzling golden clothes, smiling and bowing to the audience. I love fantasy. At this time, I imagine myself wearing a beautiful dress and pressing black and white keys in the audience's screams and applause. Suddenly, a powerful voice woke me up, watching Lang Lang's fingers jump smoothly on the keys, and listening to his wonderful piano sound, the audience was shocked and intoxicated! I seem to be on the bank of the Yellow River, watching the waves of the Yellow River roll forward and listening to the surging of the Yellow River. In the process, I saw him bow his head in thought and sometimes look up. I think at this moment, he is also feeling the unyielding soul of the Yellow River mother! I was deeply moved by his piano sound.
I remember Lang Lang said, "Although I am famous in the West, my heart still belongs to my motherland."
Listening to his passionate melody and affectionate words, I feel the beautiful heart of a young piano prince full of wisdom, talent and patriotic enthusiasm!
In our life, we often meet new faces and get to know each other better in later life. My math teacher, Miss Ran, left a deep impression on me.
It was the first day of my fourth grade, and a strange face caught my eye: a pair of big eyes, thick black hair, and her fifties. My first impression was how kind and kind she was. When she said to us, "Hello classmates, my name is Ran, please call me Teacher Ran", I knew she must be a good teacher. Because her insight into students' thoughts deeply touched me and made me study harder and harder.
Teacher Ran is very gentle. When you give us a lecture, your voice is very loud and everywhere. How well you speak! At that time, students were afraid to ask if they didn't understand, but Mr. Ran said to everyone, "Ask if students don't understand. Teacher Ran likes students who love to ask questions best. Hearing this, the students all rushed to the office. I remember at that time, the office was crowded with people. At that time, I also liked Mr. Ran and ran to the office every day until now.
Two and a half years later, I became a math class representative, collecting, keeping and managing my homework every day, helping Mr. Ran to correct my homework ... very busy, but I am very happy because. ...
In the fifth grade, my study declined a little. Teacher Ran often talks to me and asks me why. I don't know why. I dare not look into her eyes. I am ashamed. However, Mr. Ran gave me encouragement without any criticism. I cried, I was sad and felt sorry for her. Because Mr. Ran is very kind to me and cares about me. In the second half, I returned to my best condition. Because I turn teacher Ran's encouragement into motivation and work hard! Teacher Ran's hair on her temples is a little white, because she took great pains for us. My heart is sour, and I have an unspeakable taste.
I love Teacher Ran and her meticulous and selfless dedication! Teacher Ran, my impression of you will never change, because she is engraved in my heart!
In recent days, teachers from other schools have participated in the teaching observation competition in our school. Today, I was dragged into our class 5 (3) open class, and I was both excited and nervous. I wonder if the teacher who teaches us is strict? But as soon as he entered the multimedia classroom, he found that his surname was Zheng, and he was a teacher who loved to laugh. Because of this, I think he makes me feel particularly cordial.
He is slightly fat in a straight suit. I think his most distinctive and charming thing is his smile. He is so cute when he smiles, and his mouth is provoked, revealing a white tooth, which makes people feel warm when they see it.
Before class, Mr. Zheng asked us to have a rest on the table first. Hey! Interesting! This is the first time I have met such a teacher.
Finally, the class began. I saw Mr. Zheng say to us with a big smile: "Little friend, Huangshan is a tourist city, and there are many scenic spots here. Who wants to be a tour guide and introduce me to the scenic spots of Huangshan? " Just after that, everyone scrambled to raise their hands. Teacher Zheng's face showed a satisfied smile. I thought, "What does this have to do with math?"
Just after this question, Teacher Zheng asked us what animation we like. I am happy: "This teacher is really funny! What do you want to ask this question? "
Later, I discovered that there is a great relationship between the two! This is just an introduction to lead us into the classroom, and many concrete examples come from this. This is really enlightening and suddenly enlightened.
I also found a secret. Whenever we answer questions, Mr. Zheng always likes to smile and use appreciative language. For example: "The children in Huangshan are really amazing!" "What a clever boy!" Wait a minute. I think: this may be the popular "appreciation education" now! After reading this, don't you think Mr. Zheng's smile is brilliant and beautiful?
This is really a special class, a smiling class and a happy class. After a class, there is a feeling of wanting more, forgetting whether it is a class or a game. I think other students feel the same way!
Teacher Zheng is really a respectable and lovely good teacher!
Although his temples are gray, he is still full of energy. Although his face is wrinkled, he is still radiant. Although he is over 500 years old, he is still childlike. He is Fang Jinlong, a famous contemporary pipa master in China.
Forty years of running around the world in Wan Li, just to find that gorgeous movement; Spending a lot of money just to inherit the traditional culture of China. As a musician, he is good at more than 300 musical instruments. As an inheritor, he inherited Chinese classical music. As a native of China, he found the lost cultural heritage of his motherland.
The master is just a typical example of thousands of cultural inheritors in China. There are still many people around us who have provoked the burden of cultural inheritance. When many people in China are obsessed with foreign pop culture, they re-enter the stage to bring classical culture back to life, such as Chinese dictation conference, classic reading conference, China idiom conference and so on. Traditional culture has returned to people's field of vision with a brand-new attitude. More and more people are aware of the importance of traditional culture and have joined in to help spread China's traditional culture. Gradually, China seems to have returned to the era when poetry and songs were prevalent. In the circle of friends, it is no longer an anecdote of a star, but an ancient poem to express one's mind. Poetry praises youth, and cultural inheritors lead us to break away from secularity and return to simplicity.
Fuchuan's impression in my mind is like the melody of Chopin's piano music.
The water in Fuchuan is always so clear, and Fujiang slowly passes through this small town. In the afterglow of the sunset, it looks so skipping. When she arrived at Bixi Lake, she became a woman, with a touch of tranquility and temptation, and always felt like throwing herself into her arms. The Mulang River at the foot of Xiling Mountain roared out of the mountain and roared into the distance. Looking at these seems to be listening to Chopin's serenade, with a touch of passion in silence.
The mountains in Fuchuan are always so delicate and graceful, so continuous and ups and downs, which makes people puzzled and mysterious; When you get to the mountains and breathe the fresh air, you suddenly have the impulse to settle here, just like in a dream, just like the feeling of first love, as if everything in the world can be forgotten, without worry and full of fantasy, just like listening to Chopin's dream wedding.
Fuchuan's ancient city and old street are always so quiet, stepping on cobblestone paths, looking at the mottled traces of time on the stone wall, watching the lanterns on the downstairs and upstairs, standing on the wall and looking at the flashing sky, trapped in thousands of lights in the morning, in the fog and at night. It feels like listening to Chopin's ladder-rising slowly.
Really, perhaps only by being in it, did I find that the melody of Chopin's piano music is so like Fuchuan in my impression.
In my impression, the beautiful Jiangnan is a lovely girl, and the exquisite Zhouzhuang is her vivid eyes.
When I set foot on the ancient Qingshi Road, Zhouzhuang gave me the first impression-rows of houses and dazzling array of goods. Just entering Zhouzhuang, the house is next to it, full of colorful goods. There are exquisite ornaments and antique small wood carvings, but more people pay attention to those charming embroidery. I walked through many crowded houses and came to the snack lane. Sweet grass balls, crisp cereal candy, and fat but not greasy braised pig's trotters all make people salivate.
The uniqueness of these houses is that they are all surrounded by water. My second impression is the softness and affection of water. Zhouzhuang is a world of water. The ancient town is surrounded by water, just like a water lily floating on the water. In other words, Zhouzhuang sleeps on water, and water is Zhouzhuang's bed. Well-preserved Ming and Qing architectural water towns, patchwork and simple folk customs, make Zhouzhuang the first water town in the south of the Yangtze River. Overlooking Zhouzhuang from a height, the lake just embraces Zhouzhuang, and the lake is slow. Although there is no rapidity of the river and impetuousness of the sea, it has its unique taste. The beauty of water flows not only in front of the door, but also in the pavilion. Occasionally, a boat crossed the lake, and the strong arm of the boatman and the rhythmic squeak from the boat interwoven with the lake to form a love song of dynamic and static integration.
Where there is water, there are bridges. My last impression is on those bridges. When the bridge in Zhouzhuang is mentioned, people will probably think of Chen Yifei's famous painting "Double Bridges": two curved stone arch bridges stand quietly on the calm river, with details like the eyebrows of ancient ladies, while the mottled bridge body and the depressed wooden attic along the river make people feel a strong historical and cultural atmosphere. As a result, Zhouzhuang became a slightly yellow silk landscape painting with the impression of Shuangqiao in people's minds. Small gravel road, soaked by rain, is smooth and bright. Several grasses at the root of the bridge spread out, adding a bit of greenery to the small street.
Beautiful water town, impression of Zhouzhuang.
In June, in order to get into the high school we wanted, we put everything down and buried it in the sea of questions. At that time, every corner of the campus was filled with the smell of fighting. If we are burdened with thousands of burdens, we pin everything we can think on those seven papers. This time, they are scattered in every corner of the earth, expecting the admission notice from afar to arrive as scheduled, holding it tightly in their hands and starting to fantasize about high school. ...
In September, everything is a new beginning. We stood at the same starting line and began to do warm-up exercises excitedly before the game. I dragged my suitcase and came to a high school with an excited heart. Everything is so beautiful, because you will meet many classmates who are as energetic as you. Even if you smell every breath of air on campus, you will feel youthful.
From the class roster, I finally saw my name among many strange names. On September 1 day, wearing a clean school uniform and carrying a slightly heavy schoolbag on my shoulder, I unconsciously stepped into my class, and everything was so strange. Just like three years ago, introduce yourself again and meet another group of people.
The electric fan hung tirelessly on the top of the head, the test paper smelled of ink, the umbrella under the buttonwood tree, the canvas shoes on the pond, and the school uniform hanging on the head. In this way, I entered high school and repeated the life of 3. 1 every day. Someone said, "High school is a bloody battlefield, and you never know how powerful you are. Facing the surging test papers and textbooks. We must be tireless and brave. "
I remember a friend asked me yesterday, "What does high school do?" University admission notice? Or do you know many people? Actually, I'm confused, too. Just a stay on the playground, time didn't turn back. Many things that we thought we would never forget were forgotten by us in the days when we never forget them. Even for an admission notice, or to meet more people, at least I can prove that my youth, like yours, is really not in vain.
In any case, hard work is the best reward for the next three years. I believe that one day you will emerge from the cocoon and grow more beautiful than people expected. But this process will be very painful and hard. Sometimes I feel discouraged. Facing the turbulent reality, I feel very small and powerless, but it is also a part of life. Do what you can now, and then everything will be fine. We will all grow up alone, don't be afraid.
Time flies. Let's stand here and move forward together!
We must really spend these three years, and these three years can't stop falling through our fingers like rain. Know how you will live. If possible, I hope to receive two postcards.
One is the old me: it says, "I don't regret it."
One is the future me: it says "Don't be afraid."
Suzhou, which is comparable to the ancient city of paradise, has accumulated a deep ancient charm in the long river of history, but it is leisurely and gentle, full of a strong Jiangnan atmosphere. "Small Bridge Flowing Water" is fascinating and completely indifferent in the Millennium.
During the holiday, my mother and I came to the ancient town of Mudu in Suzhou. What impressed me most about my trip to Suzhou was the Xiangxi River, a simple boatwoman on the Xiangxi River.
Xiangxi River is not wide, and only two boats can keep abreast at a time. This Xiangxi River is like a silver ribbon, thin and gentle, running through Suzhou, giving people an elegant and relaxed atmosphere.
When we stood on the shore overlooking the river, the boatwoman had already called us aboard. Just got on the boat, the boat was a little unstable, and we were a little uncomfortable. But as the boat swings rhythmically, look at the banks of Xiangxi River. It's really full of green, which makes people feel very comfortable.
The lush weeping willows and the green shade of the branches of the flower trees are overwhelming, covering the Xiangxi River with clear water. The trees are green, the river is light blue, and the moss on the shore is green. The boat is swinging "making baby" in the sound of oars, leisurely passing through the flower shade of the whole river. Thick green, full of poetic green, overflowed into the center of the river, and the whole dyed green Xiangxi River was outlined as a long-axis picture full of vitality and greenery.
That boatwoman is from Suzhou. Seeing that we were all sitting there, she suggested that she sing "The Beauty of Taihu Lake" in Suzhou dialect. She sang softly: "The beauty of Taihu Lake-the beauty of Taihu Lake-the beauty is in Taihu Lake, and the red flag reflects the green waves ..." The softness of Suzhou dialect and the softness of the tone of Chuanniang, together, are like a string of melodious piano sounds, which are dizzy in the whole Xiangxi River.
When I got off the boat, people were still in a daze, chewing the lyrics full of charm. The taste of Suzhou is really unforgettable.
Impression composition article 10 "The so-called whole world likes the perfect children of the origin family, then come to me and let me embrace you who are sensitive, weak, gentle and kind."
The first time I met you, it was in that summer that I went to that remote mountain village to teach. You give me the impression that you are the difficult child, with two pigtails and big sly and naughty eyes, tearing at my sleeve and anxiously shouting, "Teacher, I won't do it."
The phrase "teacher, I can't do it" was once your mantra. I almost collapsed because I didn't prepare my lessons well at first. I clearly taught you to make the octopus's fat body into a ball, but you insisted on poking mud back and forth with your short fingers, poking it into a grotesque ball and standing on the table.
I was so upset when I saw that you were still fumbling, so I just leaned on the platform. But you rushed over and looked up at me: "Teacher, teacher, I can't do it. How can this work?" You held the mud carefully, as if to protect something. Your crisp children's voice kept calling the teacher, which made my heart suddenly soft.
So I helped you fiddle with your round body, watching you gently pick up the cloud in surprise, open your mouth with a smile, run back happily and throw it on the table.
At that moment, I was inexplicably moved. It turns out that my incompetent teacher will make you laugh so happily.
Later, I gradually learned your story, and you are no longer the ignorant and carefree I imagined. So you are a left-behind child.
That time, you were carrying an old lunch box and munching on bad food. When we asked about your parents, you lowered your head and said, "Mom and Dad went to work." After a while, you looked up and blinked again: "I only come back once every few months."
After listening, I looked at your deer-like eyes. Behind these innocent eyes, there must be a lot of unknown sadness and helplessness. Who doesn't want parents' company and care? You are only a four-or five-year-old child! But you are strong enough to put away your thoughts, respond to poverty with a smile and embrace the world that is not gentle to you with your innocence. You smile happily, and your smile is as sweet as a rose petal, with the unique vitality of a child.
It's a pity that the teaching will be over soon, and we can't say goodbye forever, but your optimistic and gentle appearance will always be engraved in my heart, so that every time I want to complain about the unfairness of the world, I will think of you without warning and your clear smile, and all the burdens will be unloaded at once.
You, a clear heart, are the most precious and beautiful impression left to me.